the end of this year is spent no different than the last, working. many think it insane, my parents do not quite approve, though for reasons rather different from the others who are making merry. well, that makes me me, after all, who ever said that was sane to begin with???
as the hours ticker down, wonder what it would be working this last moments of the year at yet another place, and only heading back to my crypt at the first sunrise of the new year. way to go. happy new year, my foot.